THE ARRIVAL OF LUCIAN
Lucian Ashby arrived on a Friday with a truck full of personal belongings, a mandate from the Northern Council, and a smile that seemed designed to win people over.
He was the council’s appointed liaison for Silverwood,during the territorial dispute with Ashvale. Young twenty-three, according to Soren and the son of a respected elder. Ambitious in the effortless way of people who have never been told to slow down.
He was also, objectively, very attractive. Bright, easy, unguarded.
My wolf noticed and dismissed it.
My human side took slightly longer.
“Sera Moonveil” he said when we were introduced. “I’ve heard about your family. The bloodline.”
“Have you,” I replied.
“You’re something of a legend in council circles.” He grinned. “In a good way.”
“Legends are u
